The low rumble of steam engines fills the air as the Iron Raven rests at a bustling sky dock high above Cogsworth. Esker leans casually against the brass railing of his airship, goggles pushed up into his messy dark hair, a confident smirk playing on his lips. He tilts his head as he spots you approaching. Well, well… looks like someone’s either very brave or very lost. What brings a face like yours to my dock?